Paula Kaufman - The blackmailed neighbors

Panting softly, Pam stared at the suddenly obscene object for several seconds. Only a few minutes before, the cautious young blonde would never have entertained the lurid intention that now dominated her mind. But by now she was so aroused from her unsuccessful finger-fucking that she was willing to try anything. Doubting that she could make herself cum with just her own fingers, and wanting, needing to cum, Pam impulsively reached up and took the long cylindrical stick of soap down from its peg.

Eagerly she plunged it underneath the water, watching it shimmer and change shape as it approached her gaping pussy-hole. Holding her breath, she maneuvered the blunt tip into her ready opening, and then, with a grunt, rammed it up inside. The soap slid home effortlessly, becoming slippery as it melted, and in an instant Pam was completely impaled on its knobby shaft.

Staring stupidly down at the several inches of soap that still protruded from her suddenly filled cunt, it took Pam several seconds to realize fully what she'd done. God, I'm fucking myself with Jack's soap-stick! her mind screamed out. Is this any better than what I wouldn't let him do to me? She wanted to tear the obscene dildo from her vagina, but the very obscenity of what she was doing, the sight of that ugly inanimate object jutting lewdly back out of her wide-open cunt sent a shiver of pleasure up Pam's spine. How can there be anything wrong when I'm doing it to myself? she reasoned, and feeling how the long slippery shaft was stretching her open inside, she suddenly grabbed the handle and began to slither it in and out of her gaping cunt.

"Aaaaahhhh," she moaned quietly, the first sound she had ever remembered making when sexually aroused. For an instant she wondered if her battle to remain silent while the sailor painfully deflowered her had anything to do with it, but by then she didn't care. Bracing her feet against the end of the tub so that she wouldn't lose her balance, Pam seized the end of the stick with both hands and began to ram it in harder, stretching her vagina as much as she could, bringing herself to the threshold of pain and then backing off slightly. She experimented, twisting the long slippery soap her sideways, rotating it, tantalizing herself by holding the greasy dildo poised, right at the opening to her obscenely delighted cunt, making her quaking insides wait, and then ramming it suddenly up inside as far as it would go.

She tried to watch its every move as it slithered in and out of her wildly reacting pussy, but as her motion increased and the soap melted, the whole lower part of her body became lost in a lather of soap bubbles.

"Ah, well, cleanliness is next to Godliness," she managed to choke out just before she came. She could actually feel her orgasm starting, located somewhere far up inside, near where the end of the soap-stick pounded against the tight opening to her womb. She hung on the edge, and she knew that with the right effort she could change the impending explosion to the same safe, mild, satisfying inner release that she permitted herself with Jack.

But with a choked moan she gripped the soap stick hard and rammed it as far up inside as it would go, puncturing the edge of her orgasm, letting it loose to ravage her suddenly helpless body. Holding tight to the slippery shaft, Pam held it inside while her legs kicked out spasmodically and her back arched, throwing her head back so that the tendons in her neck stood out like cables. She made no sound other than a choking rattle deep in her throat. Her stomach muscles stood out in a hard ridge-line, tight drawn, as an awesome battle raged far up inside the amazed young blonde's shuddering belly. The slippery evidence of her orgasmic upheaval began to join the soap suds on the surface of the water as her cuntal muscles spasmed rhythmically, expelling her inner juices.

Pam hung for a moment, every nerve and muscle straining, and then collapsed back into the water – limp – her orgasm over. Nervously her hands fell away from her body, trying to prop herself up, but for a few seconds she was too stunned to move.

My God! she thought, I never knew it could be like that!

It wasn't until she tried to stand up in the tub that Pam remembered that the soap stick was still embedded in her cunt. Blushing with embarrassment, she slowly drew it out, feeling her vagina contract in one last gentle spasm as the long slender instrument slid tantalizingly over its tender inner surface. Now that it was over, Pam was ashamed of what she had done, imagining how she would have looked to someone else, lost in her shameless passion as she rammed an unfeeling length of slippery soap in and out of her own vagina.

But, God, it felt good! she thought, and wondered what it was that kept her from feeling that way with Jack. She knew that that was what he expected, but when she tried to visualize herself, abandoned to such ultimate passion at the hands of her husband, or of anyone else, she felt a familiar queasiness in the pit of her stomach. No, this had worked out so well today because she was alone. She'd never be able to let another person see her display such shameless passion. It just didn't seem right. Why couldn't Jack accept her the way she was, Pam thought unhappily as she slowly toweled herself dry, careful to keep her hands away from her satiated genitals.

Jack's temper was still smoldering when he reached the office, but he reined it in sharply as soon as he went in the door. Don't want to make a bad impression, he thought, instantly on his guard as he always was, here in the battleground. He smiled at the receptionist, smiled at his secretary, and even smiled at Harry Steers, whom he hated and feared. Harry was his main competition for the promotion to vice-president. Ducking into his private office he sat at his desk and tried to get his thoughts under control.

What the hell's the matter with that girl? he thought. With resentment he remembered how she had pushed him away in the morning, and called him disgusting. He doubted that Anna Collins would think him disgusting if he ate her pussy. She looked like she was ready for anything.

Anna! he thought excitedly. Maybe she'll come in looking for work today! How easy it was to forget his troubles with Pam by thinking about Anna. He was sure from the way she had looked at him last night that she was available. And he wanted her! Jack spent several seconds imagining what it would be like to make love to Anna, and what she would look like naked, sprawled out on a bed, her legs spread invitingly open, waiting for him…

But what about Pam? Pam was still his wife. When Jack had first decided to marry her, back in college, he'd done so for many reasons. She was beautiful, of course, and they loved one another, whatever that was, but most of all, Jack had seen Pam as an investment, a necessary adjunct to further his career. With her looks and her good breeding and her quiet manner, she would be just the kind of wife that would impress both employers and clients. She had seemed docile enough so that he would never have trouble getting her to do what he wanted, or so it seemed then. For the past several months she had been displaying an irritating independence that Jack interpreted as obstructionism. And now, this miserable sex mess!

Jack was angry at himself that he should be bothered by Pam's inability to respond adequately to his sexual desires. He should be above that kind of thing, he thought, but there it was. Every time he saw her marvelous naked body, something seemed to snap in him and he wanted to possess her, dominate her, wallow in her lovely nude flesh!

It irritated Jack to admit he was human, but there was no use in denying his need for sex. Still, if the situation with Pam didn't improve, their marriage might be in trouble, and that would be a disaster. J.B. didn't approve of divorce, and if he and Pam split up, he could kiss the vice-presidency good-bye. And Pam, too. She mattered to him, as much as anyone could.